Now the second or third time this week, one of my business partners has walked in to the office and thought I started cooking hamburgers. Every time I have to break it to him that I wasnít cooking at all, but instead I just finished up a #2. Yeah, apparently my excrement smells like cooking hamburger.

I even turned on the fan in the bathroom and left the door open an inch, if that. I donít smell it, but I guess it carries. Another funny facet of this story is that Iíve been eating chicken exclusively for the last few days, no beef. Weird!